(: making me shine.

I was so darned determine to practice for AddMaths for like, 10 hours straight.

of course, faileeeeed :/

sad

sad

sad

sad

like,

super sad.

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but whateverrrrr.
*flips hair

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so how are you?
how has exams been?

must have been tough huh?
I feel youuuuu.

*sniff.

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on the bright side,
a little hard work goes a long way.

I simply, can’t, can’t, can’t wait for it to end ! (:

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hmmm.

I can’t seem to blog about anythingggg !

I am boring.

:(

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Thanks to SPM .
its just been books and nothing else.

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Depressed.

oh well.

tataas.

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love,
melinda.

 

Let’s scream humans.

WHOOOOOO (:

I know SPM has yet to end, but the fact that I’ve already done 3 papers out of 10 elates me! (:

I can’t wait till it’s actually overrrr!

Now, gonna concentrate on Additional Mathematics and my SAT test, which would be on the 5th of December, I will be dead on that day.

The SATs is all about critical thinking and no memorizing work :/ Means, I’ll have to possess a critical head of amazing wit to score 1200 points.

Don’t you think that’s just horrible? So much vocabulary work to do, and mathematic brush-ups. Not to mention, an essay that would reflect that I possess critical thinking that deserves attention.

I am panicking.

SPM. is bad.
SAT. is as bad.

When 2 bad things add together,
they sum up to this thing called, Stress and Anxiety.

Which then again, that conclusion does not really make sense.

How lah am I going to pass SAT like that ?!

Now, I’m off to think like an American. :)

taaaas.

love,
melinda.

cry ;

A girl.

A boy.

In Love.

In a rush, the girl ran out into the field, heart broken.

She didn’t understand why love hurt so much.

She didn’t understand why it could make her feel angry, sad, happy, grateful, depressed, hopeful, hopeless, and beautiful all at the same time.

She saw a sunflower.

She loved sunflowers.

She was a sunflower.

*

The boy slammed the door shut.

He didn’t understand why everything he did never seems enough.

He didn’t understand how, what or when to say.

He loved her. Period.

He saw his guitar.

He loved music.

He was a guitar. 

*

If you were a guitar, and you loved the sunflower.
What would you do, to show your love?

If you were a sunflower, and you loved the guitar.
what would you do, to show your love?

I smell like, like… my book :(

HELLOOOO! (:

you know, you and I are partners in crime.

I ain’t kidding.

yes, YOU . like the one READINGGG right nowwwww?

why?

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because you and I are supposed to be studying.

but we’re not.

WOOTS (:

partners in crime!

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(:

I have also caught on the the flu-trend lately.

everyone else is down with the Flu, and Fever and all that kinda-stuff,
so being me,
so very trendy,
*coughs* ,

I caught on to it tooooo (:

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and i would very much blame it on the tank top I wore the other day.
after wearing the tank top , sitting in my super cold bedroom ,
strumming my guitar,

KABAAAAAMMM!

I started shivering.
and all that kinda-crap,

and here  I am,
with a red nose,
bloated body,
and … a sore throat :(

I AM VERY FRUSTRATEEED.

SIX.
MORE
DAYS (:

yes,
a smiley is needed to show how frustrated I am.

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*breathe in breathe out.

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and hence,
this entry’s relevance to its title : I smell like, like, my book :(

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with very little love ,
melinda.

p,s : all my love has been forcefully given to Sejarah :(

oh my oh my (:

no words can describe (:

You’re an amazing person, an even more amazing friend, and you still have no idea on how far you can reach.

You have so much talent, so much wit, and so much beauty inside and out that you don’t realize the things you can do.

Whatever you want to be, know that I’m very, very certain that you’re going to get it , as long as you’re determined.

I don’t believe in destiny, but I do believe that you’re going to be someone special because of who you already are.

*

If I had to tell the world why I love you so much, I wouldn’t be able to. (unless they gave me 10 full years to keep talking about how wonderful you are (: )

Because no matter what happened, no matter how I changed, you remained as my best, best friend.

I think that, without the twist of fate by you sitting next to me on the first day of school, I wouldn’t be who I am right now. I’d probably be some dirt on the road, wasting my life away. Or, may have already been sealed in a coffin, tucked under ground, covered with muddy soil.

If you hadn’t been so nice to me, so patient with my ever changing personality and my crazy acts and thoughts, I wouldn’t have ever had a best friend.

You have no idea, no idea at all, how much you’ve changed my course of life.

& there’s nothing I can ever do to repay you. Sometimes I think it was meant to be, that it was all planned out by karma , or by God (whoever that’s in charge, anyway) Or simply just a series of accidents that I ended up meeting you.

But whoever did it, or however it happened. I’m glad it did.

There would not be one moment at all that I’d like to change.

*

It’s so near SPM, and it’s so near graduation. & we’ve both already pretty much planned out our next route. & there’s just this huge, crazy, terrible feeling in me because that’s where we part.

That’s  when we won’t get to see each other at school anymore, that’s when we don’t get to spend as much time together, and that’s when true friendship is put the the test.

Distance.

:/

But then there’s this saying that goes : time or distance cannot touch the friendship of the heart.

& that means, no matter how far we’re going to be apart, we’ll remain closest at heart (:

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And if you’d like me to just sum this whole thing up, to cut the crap, and say what I’m trying to say..

well,

I LOVE YOU (: so very much.

Nothing in the world can ever change that.

HAPPY, SWEET, AMAZING, OUT-OF-THE-WORLD, WONDERFUL, LOVELY
BIRTHDAY!

 

at the end of the day, we’re just two girls,

blinded by the world and it’s beauty,

wanting everything and nothing less.

 

 

in the middle of the night ;

currently super, damned obsessed with Untouchable by TaylorSwift.

it’s the kinda song that just makes you sway, and stare out the window. (: Realllyyy.

I can’t get it out of my head !

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(:

So,
today is another one of those unproductive days.

whenever it’s an unproductive day ,
I tend to blog and rant about it.

so let’s hope I don’t blog too soon from now on.

ITS BLOODY 13 DAYYYS !

I’m panicking.

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not so much.

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but nonetheless,
panicking.

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hmmmm.

now letme cheer you up with some Bryson-related situations (:!

Bryson : MEENA! (: I got boyfewnn!
melinda: HUH ?! you got a boyfriend?!
Bryson : yehhhh.

I was laughing , mind you.

Melinda : who is it?! What’s his name?!
Bryson : errrrrrrrrrr….

bryson looks around.

Bryson : ITS YOU , MEENA !
Melinda : ME?! hahaha. But I’m a girl!
Bryson : …but.. I love you.

AWWWWWWW (:

now I bet you’re wishing you had a younger sibling who’d say that to you.

but hhhhm,
(:
I’d say there are pros and cons.

I won’t say I dislike little kids,
they’re just real heavy burdens.

You have to constantly play with them since they don’t have other friends at home,
but you’re already so grown up,
that you find playing masak-masak a waste of your time.
or that playing hide-and-seek was lame.

of course it sounds cute at first.
but imagine having to play it everyday.

you. would. die.

trust me.

haha (:

Bryson came to my room while I was studying,
crying.

bryson : meena, korkor no play with me.
melinda ; oh whyy ?
bryson : korkor no play with me … *sniff.

then , being the elder sister,
I held him in my arms,
and sayang-ed him .

bryson : I want someone..
melinda : you want someone to play with you?
bryson : yeahh, i want someone.
melinda : you’re very lonely, is it?
bryson : yeahhh.

if you know little-oh-bryson , you’d know
he doesn’t cry much.

and his words of  ‘ I want someone’
actually means more than what you perceive it to mean.

he actually meant that he wants somebody, anybody, to just play with him.

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(:
and yeah yeah yeah,
now you’re gonna stare at me and say :

HARRRR. YOU DONT PLAY WITH YOUR BROTHER LAAAA.
WHAT KINDA SISTER ARE YOU ?!
HORRIBLEEEEEE.

tsk .

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judgmental.

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(;

I felt so bad,
which is why today wasn’t productive,
so , I decided to spend time with him.

what did we do ?

well,
we danced around in the room,
we looked out the window, (and admired the drain)
we sang, and yes ,

we just did dumb stunts.

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And all that time, I was feeling all so guilty about not studying.
then I hit myself in the head, and said :
‘ put your books aside, and focus on something that matters right now.’

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so I hope this entry greets you well,
and that it reminds you not to lose yourself,
and just to ,
you know,
appreciate and love what you have.

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with love,
melinda.

p.s : I’m hormonal. I, bloody, know.

 

Jump then fall.

(: I’ve downloaded the full thing (:

HAPPYYYYY LIKKEEE MADDD.

& since,
today was a horrible day.

I decided to burn myself the complete T.swift album.
(: WHEEEE.

So now I’m happy happy happy.

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so why was today horrible?

becauseee.

I did not study :(

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cry . scream . kill.

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but lets look on the bright side! (:
I got myself a TSWIFT CD (:
for freeeee :D

nyek nyek.

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(: Tomorrow will be a new day.
& that’s when I’ll start studying again.

(hardiharhar)

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Love,
melinda.

p,s : if you’ve been wondering where I’ve been. I’ve been twittering (: